Maid For Him

Beautiful Nightmare

Syd'nee's P.O.V

I could no longer control my hands; they were now shaking in an odd trembling rhythm as the colour drained from my face. I held my breath silently whilst gazing wide eyed toward the popcorn decorated ceiling. Surely this had to be a dream. I bit down onto my lower lip vigorously as I felt a singular muscular arm drape around my slender frame, slowly drawing me into his undeniably warm chest. I resisted the urge to squeal, as he was already in what appeared to be, a comatose state.

"Mffg.." He suddenly groaned, pulling me closer into him and leaving absolutely no room for refuge. Fantastic. I was trapped in the arms of a Prince. I couldn't help but crack a small grin at the preposterous position I'd faced myself in, yet again. I was a magnet for disaster and awkward situations. His heavy breath tricked down the nape of my neck with each inhale and exhale he blew, which caused me to squirm slightly, attempting to at least loosen the monster grip he held onto me. "Mmno.." He'd groaned once again, crinkling his thick brows and edging even closer toward me, so that his lips were inches from my dampening skin. I held my breath, slowly counting backward in attempt to calm my nerves.

Five. I inhaled at a slow rate, clenching and unclenching my fists together patiently.

Four. I felt his arm loosen from around my waist, to which I exhaled, finally finding some sense of relief.

Three. I floundered against the bed, shifting my weight to one side as I turned my back to him, gently allowing my lids to seal shut, happily welcoming sleep. The sound of rain softly pelting against the barbed window pane conceded a positive response from me, as I cracked a smile, slowly snuggling into my pillow.

Two. His breath decreased into a gentle snuffle of air, which could only mean one, and one thing only.

One. He had woken up.

Cleo's P.O.V

My mind was fuzzy, the last remnants of dream being chased away by the realization that I was awake again. It was a nice dream, something about sitting in a big oak tree in meadow full of flowers but the details are fading fast even as I try to recall them. I groaned softly at the sudden harrowing sensation in my back, stinging and pinching me like a million bee's had attacked whilst I was in utopia. I wondered how long I'd been sleeping. I blinked, shut my eyes, and blinked again.

I yawned, managed to fully open both eyes before coming to a complete halt. It was still somber outside, and I came to the realization that it had to be at least, 3 in the AM. The sound of rain pelting against the rooftops and windows were apparent to me, as I stretched elongated, bulky limbs.

"Please.." I instantaneously got onto my feet as a wave of fear washed over me. What was that? I thought to my self, shivering even though it was as hot as could be. I rapidly rushed to the door, but halted dead in my tracks. Standing in front of me was Oüblèe, eyes wide open with his mouth filled with food and some crumbs falling from the side of his mouth; he looked at me nervously as if he was caught in a crime, and to be honest I didn't know what sacred me more the ghost in my room or Oüblèe stuffing his face.

He quickly swallowed his food giving me a questioning looking.
"May I ask your highness, but why are you in the servants quarters?"
"What kind of question is that, this is my room." I replied even more puzzled than when I left the room. This was my room, wasn't it?
"Well.... I think you have been mistaken sir; this is actually the female quarters for the servants." He said with an odd chuckle, "I'm surprised that no one was in the room."
He must have taken it that I search the room before entering, I awkwardly chuckled at his remark knowing fully well that I didn't. As I turned around to go back into the room I heard a deliberate cough, I turned back towards him to see what was the cause for it.
"Please may I ask that you don't tell the King of this.." He anxiously retorted before scurrying off down the overcast corridor. Leaving me unsure by if he meant him stealing food from the palace or my little situation here.

I slowly pulled the brass knob to the door, but was abruptly thrown off guard by the burst of the edge of the door hitting my face. Pain rapidly emerged into my skull like someone was pounding it with a oversized hammer. I groaned, huddling over to grasp my head in my hands before I knocked out. My vision began to make indistinct images as I glanced back up to identify the perpetrator. But then I saw her. The same girl that caught my fancy in the hallway. Her beautiful heart shaped face quickly contorting from one of fear to worry, and I badly resisted the urge to stand on my own two feet and comfort her when I'm sure I was the one who needed comforting. Unsure if it was the impact of the blow or me badly trying to reassure her, I mouthed the words, 'You really are something aren't you, Princess.' spill from the contents of my mouth before succumbing to darkness.